


Girl of Glass

by Shousei



Category: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler
Genre: Bloody Mary - Freeform, Challenge Response, Gen, Supernatural Elements, Urban Legends, Veronica Jaja, Victorian era
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-11-22
Updated: 2020-11-22
Packaged: 2021-03-10 00:33:38
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,930
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27674750
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Shousei/pseuds/Shousei
Summary: In which Elizabeth encounters an unusual new acquaintance. One-shot for the Black Butler Amino's "Urban Legends" challenge event.
Kudos: 4





	Girl of Glass

(This is a one-shot for the Black Butler Amino “Urban Legend” event)

Hello! This is my take on the legend of Verónica Jaja. This urban legend (from Spain) is very similar to the English-language “Bloody Mary”; If you stand in front of a mirror at midnight and repeat Veronica’s name nine times, supposedly she will appear. According to some sources, she may continue to haunt you after that, leave you messages in the fog on your mirrors, or simply attack you with the scissors she is rumored to have with her (the instrument with which she is said to have killed herself).

There are some spoilers in the rest of the commentary I have, so I'll save that for after the story.

!TW for demonic elements and friendship trauma  
(if you're a BB fan, you're going to be fine with the demon part lol)

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 _Girl of Glass  
_By Shousei.

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Sebastian had just begun to serve tea when the bell at the front door rang. Grumbling to himself that things would surely be cold by the time he had returned—and why didn’t Snake behave like a proper footman and answer the door by now?—he set down the tea pot onto its silver serving tray.

Ciel looked up from the sofa where he sat with Lizzie, looking at ideas for new Funtom candies. “Was I expecting someone…?” 

“No, Milord, you hadn’t any other engagements scheduled for today.” Sebastian wore a mask of perfect tranquility. “I will see to whomever it is.”

“Well, hurry up; I’m tired and I want something sweet.”

“Of course, Milord; Please just wait a few moments.” Sebastian closed the door to the room behind him as he stepped into the hall. The Master knew he had made a chocolate gateau today, but he could stand to learn a little patience as opportunities presented themselves.

However, this was to be a chance at such a lesson for both Ciel and himself.

He opened the door to the haughty, blue-eyed stare of a man with a choppy shock of white hair caught back in a ponytail at his neck, and dressed in the livery of the Queen’s personal butlers and protectors. A cart with Her Majesty’s heraldry decorating its side stood on the gravel behind him, empty; it would seem to have carried the flat, wide package that stood nearly as tall as the man now propping it up on the doorstep of Phantomhive Manor. 

“Earl Grey, what a delightfully unexpected pleasure,” Sebastian lied. 

Charles Grey, for his part, seemed not to notice the faint aura of malice in Sebastian’s greeting, as he simply grunted before hoisting the package and hustling past Sebastian into the foyer. He carried it across the floor to the sitting room where Ciel and Lizzie waited, flinging open the door and marching straight in, much to Sebastian’s dismay. He hurried behind Grey, who was scuttling sideways into the room with the object in his arms, looking very much like a ungainly, ornate crab.

“Earl, if you please, I would be pleased to announce you fir—"

“HAUNTED!!” Grey shrieked, lowering his burden flat onto the carpet and stepping back against the wall, wrapping his arms around himself as he snarled at it. 

Lizzie had gasped and jumped a little in her seat at the outburst, but Ciel only raised an eyebrow before exchanging a glance with his butler. “Grey, Her Majesty gives me enough to worry about without sending you here to demonstrate your lack of a sound mind.”

“I—” Grey’s pale face darkened with annoyance. “Phantomhive, I would have rather not been sent on this errand, you can be assured of that. But Her Majesty wishes it taken care of…this…unspeakably horrid thing!” He pointed at the package where it lay. 

“What is it…?” Lizzie stood, peering over Ciel’s shoulder at the package.

“It is...” Grey shuddered as he ventured to peer back at the object of his terror. “It is a mirror, acquired from an estate not far from here. Her Majesty had heard of it and wished to have it for reasons I begged her to reconsider.”

Sebastian was standing the package upright. A slight tinge of suspicion crossed his features as he handled it. Ciel walked over to his side, sensing the change in his servant’s demeanor. “Grey, which estate was it?”

“...The Coldingtons,” Sebastian murmured, eyes fixed on the object.

Grey blinked. “Yes, Coldington Downs. Are you aware of their situation?”

Lizzie had joined Ciel and took a handful of his sleeve for security. “Mother and Father mentioned that family, their misfortune...” She shivered. “There was a girl in the family around my age who suddenly disappeared, and no one knew what happened to her.”

“That was about ten years ago,” Ciel nodded. “The family’s investments have gone steadily downhill over these years, and there are rumors of other mysterious things going on at the estate.”

Grey took another step back from the object and slid along the periphery of the room until he had placed himself behind the protection of the sofa. “Now the family is forced to sell some belongings in preparation to downsize their living situation, as the estate has become too expensive for them to maintain.” He pointed a shaky, accusatory finger at the package. “That horrible thing caught Her Majesty’s attention because it’s rumored to be some kind of demonic tool, and its material value alone is considerable.”

Sebastian looked at him sharply. “What else has she said about it?”

“Not much, but I fear for my—Her Majesty’s welfare with the thing in her possession; it made the most awful knockings and shakings when I was inspecting other items Her Majesty acquired from the estate, and I fear bringing it out from its place of storage without first ensuring it will not bring its curse upon me—well, the entire royal household.”

Ciel smirked. “Be honest…Her Majesty doesn’t know you’ve brought it, does she?”

Grey became flustered, still sequestered behind his barrier of furniture. “As a butler who anticipates the needs of his mistress, I did it for the sake of Her Majesty’s safety!” He narrowed his eyes at Ciel. “Are you not the one who performs such an office for her when it involves things of such an... unusual nature?”

Ciel scowled at this, but Sebastian straightened and put a gloved hand on his shoulder. “You can count on us to sort out this matter, your lordship. Please leave the mirror with us and it will be done. Young Master, let us see the Earl out.”

 _I must speak to you about this._ The message was hidden within Sebastian’s pleasantries, but Ciel understood it all the same. “Very well. Grey, we will send you a message when the matter is resolved. Please do not allow us to detain you from your work any longer.”

Grey perceived the slight mocking tone in Ciel’s words, and made a show of sneering in response as he slinked towards the door. “Of course, it is as it should be, with all the responsibilities I have to attend to. Miss Elizabeth, my best regards to you and your family.”

“Thank you,” Lizzie replied, caught off-guard in her own reverie. As she watched Grey leave the room with Ciel and Sebastian, her gaze drifted slowly to the mirror, still leaning in its innocuous cloth wrappings where Sebastian had propped it against a wall. Her thoughts flowed back to the missing girl and all of the terrible possibilities tied to her disappearance. She wished she might have brought her blade with her on today’s visit, but the bravery she always found to imbue it with was enough to encourage her to slowly draw the cloth back from the gilted glass.

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"Be careful with it, Michaelis," Grey wouldn't rejoin the cart and its driver without a parting shot. "The Queen wouldn't favor the young Earl if her new toy were broken."

Neither butler nor master paid him the courtesy of a reply as the driver bid the horses to move, and instead watched as they drove away to the gate and disappeared down the dusty road.

"Sebastian," Ciel continued to watch the cloud of dust rise in the cart's wake. "You already know what's going on, don't you."

It was not a question. "If you please, let us return inside, and I will brief you on the matter. If the horses are readied immediately, it will be resolved by dinner."

"Good." Ciel spun on his heel in the gravel and stalked back into the manor. "I trust I won't be kept waiting any longer than that to taste that gateau."

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Its frame was silver-gilt and engraved with intricate, organic details that resolved themselves in the form of an angel at its apex. Lizzie felt a bit like she was being watched, but continued to study her reflection in the mirror. Under the packing cloth she had discovered a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, and she reached out to run her fingertips over the glass. Why would Grey or anyone find it so troubling?

Suddenly, she noticed a gathering of blurry shapes, long and slender, emerge from transparency into view as they laced themselves among her fingers. A white hand, a wrist, a pair of murky green eyes framed in long, dark curls drifted into view, and it was at this point that Lizzie's scream pierced through the relative calm of the manor.

"Lizzie!" Ciel and Sebastian had hurried their return back to the sitting room, throwing open the door to find Lizzie fallen back on the carpet in front of the mirror, her hands outstretched behind her as though she had suddenly retreated and lost her balance. Sebastian noted the mirror's unhidden state and tsked. "Miss Elizabeth, I would ask that you are careful to not touch things of a strange nature while you are alo--"

"Ciel!!" Lizzie had scrambled to her feet and grabbed his arm. "A _girl_! I saw a _girl_ in there next to my reflection!"

"Ah, so that's it." Ciel glanced at Sebastian, who nodded, and approached the mirror himself. He leaned down slightly to peer into it. 

"Come out now; it would seem your fate is now affecting those outside of your family, including some very important individuals."

"Oh..." a tiny, whispery voice materialized from within the mirror. As Ciel and Lizzie looked on in shock, two delicate fists appeared to grasp the bottom edge of the mirror from the inside. Slowly, a head of dark curls tied in blue ribbons and the cloudy green gaze Lizzie had seen moments before peeked at them, as though a passing child were sneaking a look into a window. "It's you...did you come to let me out?"

"Young Master, Lady Elizabeth." Sebastian extended his palm towards the girl in the glass. "Allow me to present Miss Veronica--"

"--Coldington." Lizzie and Ciel breathed in unison.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance..." The girl hesitantly rose to her feet, curtseying to them in her white dress of glass and lace.

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Lizzie was startled to learn that Veronica was about her age, but couldn't imagine the small sea of time that had grown between the girl and her parents. To them, she would have been about ten years older than she now appeared in her mirrored existence. Lizzie had gotten over her initial fright, and now felt more emboldened to approach her.

"But how did you end up in there...?" she queried, taking in Veronica's slightly-outdated fashion and marveling at the appearance of Ciel's furnishings behind her.

"Well..." Veronica's voiced trailed off. Her eyes darted briefly in Sebastian's direction before turning towards her feet, her hands clasped in front of her. "That butler there, whom you call Sebastian...he is responsible."

Sebastian scoffed. "I have heard it was a punishment of your own choosing."

Veronica pursed her lips. "I did not believe at first that this prison was fair retribution for what I'd done, but I've had the time to consider it and I understand now that I brought it upon myself. However, this man is still the one who likely knows how I could be freed." Her voice trembled, distraught. "I found myself among unfamiliar surroundings, suddenly; I searched in the dark reflection of my cloth wrappings for a way out but have only bumped up against the walls of my prison in vain. I fear now that someone will destroy the mirror and me with it, for all its wickedness." She covered her face. "Now that I'm not even in the relative safety of my family home, that seems more and more likely."

"Not necessarily, with what its new owner may have planned." Ciel rapped on the mirror’s shining frame with his knuckles. "Sebastian? We should at least remove the girl...especially if it will result in Grey lowering his guard around such a cursed object."

"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian smiled, and prepared to rewrap the mirror in its cloth. "Let us be off to your home now, miss." His eyes glowed faintly of crimson as he wound the piece in its shroud, Veronica's protests at the sudden action muffled by the cloth. 

Elizabeth straightened, similarly alarmed by the evolving situation. "I'm coming, too! I think she will be more comfortable with another lady instead of just you two..."

Ciel blinked at her proclamation, but Sebastian merely chuckled. "As the lady wishes."

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Sebastian drove one of the Phantomhive estate’s own wagons—normally used to transport household goods or luggage—through the sprawling countryside. Ciel sat next to him, occasionally muttering about the damp air and pulling a thick duvet more closely about himself.

Lizzie had elected to sit with the mirror in the wagon’s cargo stall. When the horses had settled into a steady rhythm along the carriage path, she carefully pulled the edge of the mirror’s wrapping away from the glass. She was not surprised to see Veronica’s green eyes peering out at her.

“Thank you, Miss Elizabeth, for the privilege of your company.”

“I don’t mind,” Lizzie replied, spreading her skirts over her knees and pulling them to her chest. “It must be so lonely for you in there, without your family or friends.”

Veronica looked troubled. “I am quite sure I’ve brought it upon myself.”

Lizzie noticed Sebastian glance briefly at them over his shoulder. She saw a thin smile briefly ghost over his lips before he turned his attention back to the road. She felt the hairs on her neck stand on end, chilled. Leaning closer to Veronica’s face, she whispered, conspiratorially. “What actually happened?”

Veronica sighed, her small fist appearing as she rested her cheek upon it. “I had a dear friend; she looked a little like you…we were inseparable. But then one day—” She coughed, choking on her words. “it was all ruined.”

Lizzie blinked and pulled a little bit more of the cloth free from the glass. Veronica had begun to wring her hands. “How…?”

Veronica’s eyes slid to the edge of the mirror’s confines, staring at the wood paneling of the wagon’s reflection. “Her parents arranged an engagement for her…the boy who she would marry, he was—” She teared up, and Lizzie could read the story in her sorrow.

“You loved him, didn’t you?”

Veronica nodded. “I was so heartbroken, so angry…I had shared so much with her and she had promised to support me in seeking his heart. She claimed to not know of her parents’ plans, but it was all a lie; she believed she would not hurt me if she withheld the truth from me.”

Lizzie placed her hand on the glass to meet Veronica’s, wholly engulfed in her sadness. She wondered if there was anyone like Veronica, whom she had shattered with her family’s arrangements with Ciel. Her friends seemed pleased for her, but how would she know if they were hiding the cracks in their own hearts?

Ciel’s voice drew them both back to the here and now. “That’s not the entire story, Lizzie. As you can guess, that alone would not place her in that mirror.”

Veronica lowered her eyes again. “He is correct. I made a terrible mistake.”

“But how did it happen…?” Lizzie looked from Veronica to Ciel, at this point feeling keenly that she was the only one in the party not privy to all the details.

“That mirror is an item her family acquired from Spain,” Sebastian cut in, still facing the road with the reins in his hands. “They received it as a gift from distant relations, but it came with a reputation of sorts.”

“For what?” Elizabeth’s eyes ran over a bit of gilt that gleamed faintly in the murky daylight.

“Evil.” Ciel’s voice was sharp. “Are you willing to tell Lizzie everything? It’s best she knows, since she’s going to be helping you to get out of this mess.”

“Yes, well.” Veronica swallowed, her hands shaking. “The mirror arrived with a letter; we don’t know who wrote it, but it detailed the history of the mirror. It had been a relic from a century or more ago, found in the crypt of an old church. Apparently, it read, it would grant the wishes of anyone who called upon the souls who dwelled within it.”

“That sounds like something anyone might want to have,” Lizzie frowned. “But there was a catch?” Her heart sank with the slow and dreadful recognition of Veronica’s fate. “You asked the mirror something, didn’t you?”

Veronica buried her face in her hands, shielding herself from her own words. “I found the mirror where it was stored in the attic—Mother and Father didn’t really know what they should do with it, you see—and one night I took a candle before it, and I called on whomever was there. And _he_ showed up.” She gestured in the direction of the driver’s seat.

Lizzie realized she was referring to Sebastian. “But—that’s Ciel’s butler…what do you mean?”

“Well,” Sebastian coughed. “The young lady is mistaken; I’m certain there must have been only a resemblance.” He trailed off on this topic as Ciel drew a long breath and exhaled out his nose, pointedly. “I do have some knowledge of this mirror and its history, however, so I can be of assistance in helping the dear girl.”

“But,” Lizzie turned back to Veronica. “What _did_ happen when it—he—showed up?”

“I became the wickedness I felt in my heart, and I made my wish.” Veronica said quietly. “I asked the mirror to take away my friend’s happiness…and so it did, but not how I expected. I said I had no desire to see my friend and my true love wed, so—”

“—it put you in the mirror,” Lizzie gasped. “So you wouldn’t witness it when it came to pass!”

“Yes.” Veronica hung her head. “But the worst consequence was how the mirror went about taking my friend’s happiness…for it was only later, when I overheard the household staff talking about her while cataloguing our belongings for sale…” Veronica choked back sobs. “…that her joy had gone when I had disappeared, and how it broke her heart. I learned that she had fallen ill from her sorrow, and passed away.”

Lizzie sat and stared at Veronica, stunned. She could not imagine experiencing such a horror herself. On top of it, Veronica must have been aware of her family’s decline in fortune if she was forced to witness their history sold off, piece by piece. How had it felt, she wondered, to be one such piece of that history?

“At the least, she can be freed from her prison sentence,” Sebastian stated, turning the horses into a long gravel drive. “We need only return to the source of her discontent.”

Lizzie was going to ask what that entailed, but then her eyes caught sight of the sprawling stone building at the end of the drive: Coldington Downs, Veronica’s home.

Wooden crates lay scattered around the entrance; workmen were carrying some out of the great house and loading them into waiting horse carts. An imposing older man in a butler’s livery hovered in the doorway, supervising the scene.

“Good afternoon,” Sebastian called out to him as he halted the wagon in front of the entranceway. “My master, the Earl of Phantomhive, hears that there may be some goods available for acquisition; Would it be an imposition for him to take stock of these items at this time?”

“Why no, not at all!” The butler strode down the steps and over to meet Ciel as he hopped down from the cart. “My goodness, your lordship, what an unexpected pleasure! Please do come in.”

Ciel was the perfect picture of nobility, his face unwilling to display a note of pleasure in any of the proceedings. “Thank you; please lead the way.”

Sebastian chuckled, watching them proceed into the house. “The gentleman is already counting the pounds he could amass from the Young Master in his head.” He walked to the back of the wagon and helped Lizzie down before carefully pulling the mirror out. Veronica squeaked faintly from inside her wrapping. “Now then, ladies, let us commit some espionage of our own.”

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The servants’ entrance was less busy than the front, as it was more convenient for the house’s luxury furnishings to be removed from the part of the house limited to the family’s use. Sebastian carried the wrapped mirror, guiding Lizzie inside and along the narrow corridors. While Veronica’s family had removed to a smaller home in the city and taken most of their remaining staff with them, only a couple of footman and maids stayed behind to prepare the house for sale.

As they crept into the main area of the house from one of the servants’ hidden doorways, Lizzie noticed a maid busily draping the leftover furniture with white sheets to protect them from dust. They paused as she heard Ciel’s voice, haughty and likely maddening to the butler as he contemplated purchasing anything. “The poor man will be disappointed, but at least this serves our purposes for the moment,” Sebastian chuckled.

Finally, Sebastian led them to a small sitting room with several walls of books, and a large stone fireplace. The fire was lit but smoldering; it likely had just been laid to make the area tolerably warm for the staff to continue their work.

Sebastian set the mirror down and began to unwrap it. “Miss Elizabeth, please close and lock the door.”

Lizzie was startled at the possible implications of this request, but did as she was told. Veronica was turning this way and that, looking for some sign of familiarity in her narrow frame of view as Sebastian adjusted the mirror’s angle. “A little to the right… _there_! I had shoved it between two boring volumes of poetry so that no one would find it.”

In the world of the mirror, Veronica had scampered to a shelf on the right of the fireplace, and was poking two slim fingers between the tightly-packed tomes lining the wall. As Lizzie looked on, she carefully pulled out a small, brown leather journal tied with a ribbon that she found familiar. As Veronica walked back to them carrying it, Lizzie noticed that it was not unlike those in Veronica’s hair.

“Miss Elizabeth, please…will you help?” Veronica kneeled onto the carpeting and set the journal down next to her. “Please…pick it up.”

“Pick what—oh!” Lizzie looked down to her right and jumped; the journal, its reflection in the real world, had appeared on the floor across from where Veronica had set her copy. Lizzie looked up quizzically at Sebastian, who still held the mirror.

“It’s all right,” he smiled. “Go ahead.”

Lizzie nodded and sat down across from Veronica. She removed one glove and brushed her fingers over the leather cover of the journal, gasping at its realness. Slowly, she picked it up and turned it over in her hands. The Lizzie of the mirror had possession of the copy Veronica had set down, and Elizabeth marveled at how an object could exist in both places at once.

“What now?” She whispered.

“We must untie the ribbon,” Veronica whispered back. “I cannot do it alone, as someone who knows my deeds must agree to play half the part in releasing me from them.”

Lizzie nodded. She had felt a moment of trepidation in participating in the process, but her heart buckled under the sadness palpable in Veronica’s eyes. Glass, once shattered, would never be the same…but warmth could create something new from the broken pieces. “Hold the mirror still, please, Sebastian.”

“Of course, Lady.” His eyes barely blinked as he watched the proceedings.

“So each of us take one tail of the bow,” Veronica murmured as they did so. “And we pull on one…two… _three_!”

Both girls pulled the bow loose, together. Its blue silk fluttered to the carpet, and the journal fell open. Lizzie stumbled as the room briefly pitched to one side, and then another. What sounded like thunder mixed with Veronica’s screams tore through the air, and Lizzie cowered on the floor, her eyes shut and palms over her ears.

She was sure it would never end until it did, suddenly, and she felt the warmth of soft skin on her cheeks. She opened her eyes, slowly lowering her hands as she took in the gaze of Veronica’s eyes, now as bright green as fresh leaves as she cradled Lizzie’s face in her palms. Behind her, the mirror stood shattered, Sebastian leaning it against a wall and silently brushing glass from his lapels.

“Thank you, my friend,” Veronica breathed. In her lap sat the journal. Now on the same side of the mirror as Lizzie, the single book had fallen open to a page covered in desperate scrawl.

_I don’t know what to do. I feel that my entire world has been turned on its ear, and that my dearest friend has been revealed to be my greatest enemy. No punishment could be enough to make up for the agony she has caused me…I wish for her unhappiness, and to never see the so-called happy event come to pass!_

The entry was dated ten years earlier. Veronica hung her head over it; tears rolled down her cheeks and marked dark spots upon the page. Lizzie was searching for a way of consoling her, when suddenly, Veronica leapt to her feet and ripped the offending page out of the journal. Sebastian and Lizzie looked on as she walked to the fireplace and dipped the page into the embers; it slowly caught fire, and disintegrated into the ash within the grate. The journal itself followed, sparking a blaze that caught up the pages in flame and curled the leather.

“Veronica…” Lizzie tentatively approached the girl as she stood with her back to the room, watching her past burn.

Veronica turned to face her, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand. With the other, she held out the blue ribbon. “I’ve done something terrible, Lizzie, but you helped me anyway. I’ll never be free of my guilt, but I want to try to find my family, be a better person, and move on…I know I can try because you helped me this far. Please say I have your well-wishes.”

Lizzie’s mouth fell open slightly, then shut. She couldn’t recall any of her friends baring any of their sins to her—certainly none to the degree of what Veronica had done—and in doing so, expressing their unwavering trust in her. She reached for the ribbon, and held it fast in her palm. “Sebastian…? She must go to London to be reunited with her family; It’s well past the time when they should come upon a happiness as great as she would bring them.”

“I’m sure that the Young Master would agree to such a plan,” Sebastian straightened where he stood, his arms behind his back and a wicked grin spreading on his face. “After all, we do need to inform His Lordship the Earl of Grey that he’ll have bad news to share with Her Majesty.”

Veronica threw her arms around Lizzie’s shoulders, and Lizzie held her as she sobbed out ten years of regret, guilt, and loneliness. She wrapped Veronica in her shawl as she finished, and they guided her out of the room and back out the way they had come. Ciel was all too pleased to declare that nothing of the estate’s goods had caught his interest, except for a single blue leather journal which sat unused, on a ledger.

The journal sat in Veronica’s lap on the way back to Phantomhive manor, as she dozed on Lizzie’s shoulder in the back of the wagon. Lizzie smiled at her new friend’s peaceful face in the dwindling light of sunset, and imagined the joys that would come to her. They would surely begin with the words she would choose to write on the first page.

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I didn’t want to get extremely literal or violent with the elements of the legend, but instead adapt it to the colliding worlds of societal expectations and supernatural happenings within Black Butler. I did love the idea of a girl falling prey to her own insecurities, and having Sebastian’s involvement be a bonus plot twist. I also got to include my #2 husbando, Grey, whose characterization is just begging to be involved in anything spooky. x3 

I hope you enjoyed this interpretation! Thank you for reading!


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